Suburban Guerrilla Poem by Kevin Patrick

I'm a Suburban Guerrilla
I make bombs in my moms' kitchen
I'm an introvert insurgent
Teenage nihilisms my religion
I'm a clueless activist
I whine with extravagance
I'm a champion for a lost cause
So, I can eat your free applause

Hey there Mr. Elon Musk
I got a rocket for your house
You should stay in outer space
If you want napalm as your next spouse


I'm a political sophomore
And my rage is always hardcore
My futures just a pipe dream
And Wall street took my plan B
Everything I planned out
Has been eating by a bailout
My parents had a future
But mines drowning to a sewer
I got a million school debts
And I never even once Bet


Let's not talk of memes and hashtags
And cat vids on tik tok
Our planets been chewed out by dirtbags
And extinctions down the next block



I'm a suburban guerrilla
And im gonna blow your world down
I got my anarchist cookbook
And I'm ready to make your life frown
Im an instrument of vengeance
A killer without repentance
Im gonna bury all your heroes
At the foot of my ground zero
There's nothing that I need
Then to make your whole world bleed
And Im never out of breath
Cause I am teenage death

I'm a suburban guerrilla